She removed her saree and lifted the petticoat such that her panty is visible to me.She: “Chal upar aa, jaanta hai kya hai yeh”.Me: “Ji, magazin... me dekha hai” .She: :” kya bolte hain”Me: “Pata nahi”She : “Yeh chut hai, kya hai?”Me: “Chut”She: “Aur tu chutiya hai (bursts into laughter). Chal isse chaat”I began licking the panty and the pubic hair that were peeping out.She : “Chal meri panty utar de aur fir kar”I removed the panty and began licking her clit. Her pussy was fill with pubic hair. ..I'm gonna cum." Mia didn't slow down. She didn't change her technique. She didn't hesitate. She just keep going at it. Greg could justify this entire ordeal as a blowjob of necessity. He needed a release. And his daughter was simply providing that release. It was nothing more than that. But a certain urge in him was growing. Five simple words and this experience would go from one of necessity, to one of pleasure. And that was a dangerous thing. That was crossing a line he wasn't sure there. As she was walking around looking for the box with the towels in it. She didn’t realize that her new living quarters afforded others the luxury of a view since the blinds had yet to be installed. She was also waiting for the phone guy to come and install her new phone. She hated moving, but it was something she had to do. She walked across the living room in search of the towels. She heard the buzzer ring for the door. ‘Oh no! somebody is here’ she said to herself. ‘I’m buck naked and someone’s. She looked much young than her age and could easily pass herself off for being in her thirties. She was a great mom and had a management job. I had always been on the lookout for the perfect guy who could pull off such a feat of getting my wife in bed with him. My wife so far had resisted my every attempt to see her sleep with another man. I thought it was never going to happen until one day I ran into a gentlemen named Tim. Tim was a single 30 year old guy. He was everything I had been.